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Zoot

Zoot were a pop/rock band formed in Adelaide, South Australia in 1965 as Down the Line. They changed their name to Zoot in 1967 and by 1968 had relocated to Melbourne. They had a top five hit on the Go-Set national singles chart with a heavy rock cover of The Beatles' ballad "Eleanor Rigby" released in 1970; but they disbanded in May 1971. more »

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Back to the city
Back to the dough
Back to my bitch and back to my hoes
Parasite always go back to the host
Cause That's life and that's how it go
Back to the trap
Back the boys
Back to the strap
Back to the 4's
Back to the rap
Back to the flows
Back to the wall
Back to the floor
Back to the street
Back to my woes
Back to my goals
Back to my seat
Back to my lows
Back to my feet
Cause life and that's how goes
Bitch I'm back on my bullshit
On my cool shit, on my cruel shit
On my rude shit
Like a new a phone
Tell me who this?
I'm In my zone
See the Judas
Got a whole new set of move lists
Got a new whip with some new tints
And a new bitch, with some new tits
Bitch I'm on one, so I'm too lit
Tell em' my time worth more than the money
You cannot buy
You cannot steal
You cannot take it from me
I show no weakness, act a dummy
They be so bummy they think it's funny
I'm her Clyde, she hop on it like a bunny
Always been a man of honesty
And I'm honestly, sick and I'm tired
Yea I'm in the city, I'm really tryin'
But nobody want the truth
Everybody want the diamonds
Even if I'm late, it's perfect timing
Some wanna ball
And some wanna rhyme
But I don't got time for no none of that
Running my mind like a running back
Told my teachers that I ain't never coming back
She told me she love me, I never called her back
Try to silence me, I pull out the silencer
Bitch I'm a sinister
But you can talk to me like I'm yo minister
Racist mother-fuckers callin' me isis
I said don't call me that
Bitch I'm a citizen
I put yo ass to sleep like just some medicine
I can just pull out the chopppa chopppa, it go go ratatata
Make you call yo papa while I get some Popeyes
You can see the pain up in my eye
My ego denies it
Made sacrifices
I paid the prices
Wasn't the nicest
But I was real
I got some scars, that will never heal
I'm just doing me
Like f*ck the appeal
Wanna see me on pills
They want me to chill
They want me to kill
They want me to steal
But never reveal
And I cannot deal
With none of the fakes
I'm smoking blunt, straight to the face
I do what I want, I'll make some mistakes
If that's what it takes
To feel the freedom
They wanna bring me down
And I do not see see them
Yea I don't feed the the attention
Feel the tension
Always tryna get ahead with the bread
They always be on that bullshit
Instead I rather keep the family fed
So now I gotta go
Back to the city
Back to the dough
Back to my bitch
And back to my hoes
parasite Always go back to the host
Cause That's life and that's how it goes
Back to the trap
Back the boys
Back to the strap
Back to the 4's
Back to the rap
Back to the flows
Back to the beat
Back to the wall
Back to the floor
Back to the sheet
Back to the hoes
Back to the street
Back to my woes
Back to my goals
Back to my seat
Back to my lows
Back to defeat
Back to my feet
Cause life and that's how goes

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